Letter From Rose To Verna McCubbin
Following is a letter dated July 18, 1948, posted from Seaside California, to Mrs Harold McCubbin, Freewater, Oregon. I typed it pretty much the way it was hand-written by Great Grandmother Rose Walden.
Seaside, California
Box 572
July 18, 1948
Verna and Harold, Very Dear Grandchildren!
Well Verna I have your address at last. And you are going to get your slab of bacon or equivalent to it.
We have an Oregon mist here this morning but it is very warm. A wet, gloomy day. I don't like these kind of days. I don't know whether you are still at Dad's yet, but I am sending this letter in Mother's care, then I know you will get it.
I feel sort of lonesome this morning. I wish I was at home with all of you for a month, but I guess I will stay here this summer and come home next spring. Maybe when the floods are (rolling?). I miss Uncle Virgil a lot. I got a letter from him a few daysago. He and Aunt Edith were well. I have not seen Edith yet. And I can't go any place. I have no car and if I should go many miles from Monterey and couldn't get back at night I couldn't find a room, but I am tempted to go to King City or Santa Cruz sometime. If I was alone I would, but if I went and didn't get back the same day Roy would wonder what had become of me. When I work I never think of wanting to get away. I am too tired or I wouldn't be restless if I had a real house, where I was figuring on staying.
The old fishermen are almost on a strike and me about (?). When we will work again now and maybe I can go some place yet.
I had a fine time last summer and would liked to have worked in the peas this summer, but we had some fish packing and I made enough for expenses, so I stay here and at this time of season it is so hot over in the valleys. It is near a hundred over at Fresno a few miles away and it is between 80 and 90 here on the peninsula. This morning it is sultry. The fog or steam is overhead and around the horizon. It is blue, clear, funny country. It is 9:30. I hope this storm or whatever it is will leave by noon. I know you are having hot and sunshine where you are. Last summer was a beautiful summer at home.
Well, Verna the little artist in the family. Verna, when you have time make me a picture of a train running along the Columbia River with a tree by the track. Roll it up and send it to me. I would appreciate it. Value it very much. Well. To the girl who was always saying or doing something funny, I send love and the best of luck.
Grandmother
Write when you have time.